The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyA. Hart, 1852 - 550 стор. |
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... published in British America was " The Psalms in Metre , faithfully Trans- lated , for the Use , Edification , and Comfort of the Saints , in Public and Private , especially in New England , " printed at Cambridge , in 1640. The version ...
... published in British America was " The Psalms in Metre , faithfully Trans- lated , for the Use , Edification , and Comfort of the Saints , in Public and Private , especially in New England , " printed at Cambridge , in 1640. The version ...
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... published a volume of verses at New London , in 1725. His principal work is " A Brief Account of the Agency of the Honourable JOHN WINTHROP , Esquire , in the Court of King CHARLES the Second , Anno Do- mini 1662 , when he obtained a ...
... published a volume of verses at New London , in 1725. His principal work is " A Brief Account of the Agency of the Honourable JOHN WINTHROP , Esquire , in the Court of King CHARLES the Second , Anno Do- mini 1662 , when he obtained a ...
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... published in Boston in 1745 , four years after the author's death . The vo- lume contains paraphrases of the Psalms of David , the Book of Revelation in heroic verse , translations from HORACE , and four original compositions , of which ...
... published in Boston in 1745 , four years after the author's death . The vo- lume contains paraphrases of the Psalms of David , the Book of Revelation in heroic verse , translations from HORACE , and four original compositions , of which ...
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... published two Latin poems , " Enco- mium Pennsylvania " and " In laudes Penn- sylvaniæ . " About the same time appeared in Boston JOHN MAYHEW'S " Gallic Perfidy " and " Conquest of Louisburg , " two smoothly versified but very dull ...
... published two Latin poems , " Enco- mium Pennsylvania " and " In laudes Penn- sylvaniæ . " About the same time appeared in Boston JOHN MAYHEW'S " Gallic Perfidy " and " Conquest of Louisburg , " two smoothly versified but very dull ...
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... published " An Entertain- ment for a Winter Evening , " in which he ridicules the freemasons ; and afterward , " The Sand Bank , " " A True Account of the Cele- bration of St. JOHN the Baptist , " and several shorter pieces , all of ...
... published " An Entertain- ment for a Winter Evening , " in which he ridicules the freemasons ; and afterward , " The Sand Bank , " " A True Account of the Cele- bration of St. JOHN the Baptist , " and several shorter pieces , all of ...
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Сторінка 168 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ! Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 319 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Сторінка 364 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Сторінка 168 - At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
Сторінка 420 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Сторінка 160 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Сторінка 419 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Сторінка 320 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Сторінка 319 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Сторінка 190 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.